Shanice Wolfe

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Don’t touch me,” he ordered even as he dropped me to my feet on the floor to shuck off my shorts and panties in one fell swoop. Still bent slightly, he knuckled my soaking wet pussy as if testing my readiness, and then, apparently unsatisfied even though I was leaking down my thighs, he spat on my clit.
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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